American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Kara's eyes widened in disbelief that this child, who didn't even have the courage to talk to himself, had gone this far. She tried to stand up to stop him, but her knees wouldn't budge. She could only hope these bastards weren't so heartless as to shoot a child.

But they lost the opportunity to make a decision before the officials could.

A blur streaked through the green air, descending like a hypersonic bullet with spiraling ripples. Almost simultaneously, the drone carrying the kryptonite bullet transformed into a burning fireball in mid-air, and the Terminator-like stigma descended, bursting into flames and exploding.

Xu Fu landed on Kara and the boy with the force of a million pounds, the sidewalk creaking under his red combat boots. He raised his head, glaring with fiery red eyes at all those standing before him, weapons at their ready, and said in a voice as cold as if frozen, "None of you dare to lay a finger on me."

Chapter 1782 The Last Map

When he saw his friend cornered by a hail of aircraft and countless gun barrels, he knew he had lost control. He could barely contain his impulse, rushed to DEO headquarters, dragged Waller's voluptuous body from behind her desk, and watched the disgusting fat woman plummet from ten thousand feet.

In his view, anger seemed to have awakened something deep within him... something that could be terrifying, perhaps turning him into the beast he feared.

But he managed to restrain himself for the time being.

Xu Fu ignored the gun pointed at him, turned around and squatted down next to Kara, asking kindly, "Sorry I'm late... Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, everything hurts," she whispered, finally letting her body, which had been tense for so long, relax and soften in Xu Fu's arms. Then, in an even softer, almost inaudible voice, she said, "You're alright...you're great..."

Even now, she is still worried about him, and Xu Fu can't help but feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," he gently kissed Kara's forehead, "Wait a little longer, I'll take you to a safe place right away."

He turned to Richie, who was staring at him with wide eyes, and said, “Kid, you were too rude just now. I’m sorry, she’s caused you trouble… But I might need to trouble you again. While I’m dealing with this bunch of useless bastards, could you keep an eye on her for me?”

Richie nodded blankly, his eyes revealing awe and admiration.

Finally, Xu Fu stood up, took his gun, and turned to the soldiers he had been ignoring. The soldiers stood there, guns at the ready, staring blankly. Xu Fu threatened, "Dare you move a finger?" For a long time, they didn't dare to move a finger, frozen in place like statues, letting sweat stream down their helmets.

Many people think they're not afraid of Superman, but actually, most 080s kids are just not afraid of him. Superman always has a sunny smile and is willing to sit down and chat with you like a good neighbor. The friendlier he is, the bolder people become, testing Superman's limits every day. Superman gives in more than once, and eventually they start to get angry.

If it were Clark, perhaps he would still have room to maneuver, but Xu Fu didn't think so. An almost primal instinct burst forth from the depths of his veins, accompanied by rage. Countless beasts roared in his ears, urging him to blow every hateful guy in front of him to pieces.

He suppressed his anger and coldly surveyed all the soldiers in front of him: "If you put down your weapons now and handcuff yourselves, things might look a little better."

The soldiers looked at each other, but none of them moved.

This was the first time they had heard such arrogant words during their service, but interestingly, none of them found it funny; some even seriously considered the suggestion. Ultimately, however, their sense of duty as soldiers overcame their fear, and they remained steadfast.

"Guys, this is what I've been hoping for."

In the blink of an eye, Xu Fu's red and blue military uniform vanished, like a sharp bolt of lightning sweeping across the crowd, piercing through them with an incredibly sharp blade. No one saw what happened, but all the soldiers were completely disarmed within seconds. Weapon parts and fragments were scattered all over the ground, and screams of pain echoed throughout the air.

Xu Fu could have easily knocked all these people away in one go, which would have saved him a lot of trouble, but he didn't. Only by feeling his fists actually hitting flesh could he better vent his anger. But in the end, he restrained himself, telling himself (bbfi) again and again that these people were just soldiers who obeyed orders, and in the end, he would only break one of them in two or three places, rendering them unable to move.

Immediately, it shot into the sky, smashing through the deck of the largest ship, rising like a split armor-piercing projectile, and crashing into the engine room with a gust of wind. Within half a second, all the ship's turbine engines exploded one after another, the black smoke engulfed in flames being swirled into a vortex by the high-speed fan blades, and the entire hull collapsed downwards into the city amidst the flames.

The ordeal wasn't over yet. Suddenly, an iron canister atop the collapsed spaceship opened, and a blurry image shot into the air at high speed. Xu Fu, supporting the spaceship's highest-ranking officer, rose to a height of several dozen meters before stopping. The two hovered in mid-air, the biting wind whistling past their ears like whips, seemingly piercing their very bones.

At this height, if Xu Fu simply let go, the arrogant man from before would be smashed to pieces. He felt he could no longer contain his impulse. The fierce voice came again, endlessly muttering in his ear that the fate of this ungrateful scum should be like a long shooting star falling to earth.

The officer's attitude was tough. He stared firmly into Xu Fu's deep red eyes and said coldly, "What, do you want to roast me? Or throw me down? Then do it! Let us see that we are right, that you are dangerous guys. This is the role of this department: to always be vigilant when you aliens get tired of playing the hero."

How amusing. These people claim they're doing this in case Superman gets angry one day, but they don't realize their actions are already starting a war. It's like someone angering a lion, and when the lion is successfully provoked, he threatens that eating people is a beast's nature, perhaps even adding a lame joke like "I knew it."

Alright, since you've already decided that Superman will succeed sooner or later, I'll grant your request no matter what. Since your request is so earnest, then letting you freefall isn't so bad.

Xu Fu was nearly driven mad with anger; he had almost completely lost faith in all humanity. You fought tooth and nail, repelling one alien invader after another, cleaning up their messy labs more times than you realize, and this is how they repay you?

At that moment, Xu Fu was about to let him go when he heard a faint, almost imperceptible call from below: "Xu Fu...don't..."

Those words were like a spell, instantly freezing him in place. He recognized Kara's voice; though she was panting and her voice was muffled, his super hearing still picked it up.

Instinctively, he looked down at the ground a few dozen meters away. He saw Kara leaning helplessly against a lamppost, with a boy named Richie crouching beside her. Richie looked up at him with terrified eyes, as if looking at an enraged monster. Just a moment ago, those eyes had been filled with adoration and longing as they looked at Xu Fu.

“I know you’re angry, I’m very angry…” Kara gritted her teeth and mustered her last strength to say, “…But it’s not worth it. If you’ve lost hope in humanity, then look…look at this child…”

Xu Fu felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, and his feverish brain immediately calmed down.

She was right. Perhaps some people are immature and always like to speak ill of those who have helped them, but not everyone is like that. At least here, on an inconspicuous street in Nienno, there was a child willing to stand up for Supergirl in trouble, willing to bravely use his frail body to shield his idol from a hail of bullets.

Perhaps not everyone deserves to be saved.

“Think about it, Xu Fu…” Kara continued, “If you’re going to kill him… do it in front of that child… think about what impact that will have on that child? What will that symbol on your chest mean to him in the future?”

Xu Fu remained silent for a moment, then finally made no move. He kicked the police officer to the ground and threw him aside.

Kara was right. The person he was holding in his arms wasn't an alien invader, a super-powered criminal, or a treacherous villain; he was just an ordinary person trying to protect his home. He was a little too obsessive, but still not a villain.

Of course, it shouldn't just disappear like that, but this is just a private feud between their Kryptonian counterparts and certain government agencies, and it shouldn't be resolved so easily.

Seeing that Xu Fu had given up, Kara let out a long sigh of relief, her eyelids drooping, her long golden eyelashes fluttering. Xu Fu walked to her side, leaned down, and whispered, "Alright, I'm done. Just bear with it a little longer, I'll take you to a more comfortable place."

The officer laughed: "Leave? You're not going anywhere!"

Xu Fu frowned and gave him a lewd look: "I've changed my mind. I really want to fry this guy up. After all... it'll only make sense if I fry him at least seven times."

"Suit yourself, new Superman, but it doesn't matter anymore." The officer grinned. "If I were you, I'd quickly start thinking about your last words in the last few minutes of your life..."

Xu Fu quickly discovered the source of the boy's confidence. Above the heads of the gathered people, a black spaceship, like a passing goose, swooped down from a height of several hundred meters. As it swept past, accompanied by a sharp screeching sound from friction with the air, a blurry mass of matter was thrown down, collapsing downwards like a lead ball.

"boom!"

The road was torn apart, and groundwater gushed forth. Heavy yellow dust and green kryptonite smoke mingled together, rippling outwards like mountains from the impact of the behemoth's landing.

A gigantic foot stomped on the ground, further crushing the cracks, and a colossal, grayish-brown body emerged from the dust. That massive form, those blood-red eyes that seemed fixed intently on the ground, and that ferocious, undisguised killing intent were almost identical to the invincible behemoth known as the Day of Destruction. But what was even more terrifying than the real Day of Destruction was that this creature's body wasn't covered in bone spikes, but rather in crystals radiating a scorching green light.

This is an apocalypse stained with kryptonite.

Chapter 1783 Pretty Country Boy

The phone rang again, and Amanda Waller glanced at the number that popped up on the screen with some annoyance. She frowned and thought for a moment before answering it anyway.

“This time, the best news is coming,” she said coldly. “Tell me that at least the Super Girl is in your hands.”

"...I'm sorry, sir, not yet."

"Half an hour ago you reported you found her, that she'd absorbed too much radiation and couldn't move... and now you're saying you didn't capture her?" Waller's voice grew colder, finally becoming expressionless, as if water were about to drip from him. "Then tell me... what do I need to save your department?"

Amanda Waller was clearly in a bad mood. She had successfully persuaded the president to agree to arrest the Kryptonians, but the president was not satisfied. For the next half hour, she received opposing messages every three minutes from different departments and levels. She bore all the pressure alone, but still, there was no good news.

The worst news is about to arrive.

“...Sir,” the person on the other end of the phone hesitated, seemingly finding it difficult to speak.

Waller realized something was wrong. "What is it now?"

"Colonel Fred was sent to Nacino to capture Supergirl. And his colonel... as you know, because of what happened to his daughter who died in the Battle of New York a few months ago, he..."

"Of course I know," Waller said coldly. "That's why I recruited him into the Superman Reserve. Enough said—let's get to the point."

“Okay, ma’am.” The other person took a deep breath and said, “A few minutes ago, the new Superman appeared in Nachino City and stopped us from capturing Supergirl. That’s why his… Colonel released the Pretty Boy.”

For the next three seconds, Amanda Waller was almost frozen in place, her eyes narrowed to slits, yet piercingly bright.

What do you think he released?

"Pretty boy, sir... it was we who mixed kryptonite crystals and doomsday spores together... and created the perfect weapon."

"And then that idiot Fred kicked him out? And that damn downtown?" Waller couldn't sit still any longer. She jumped up from her leather chair and roared in a voice that almost made the glass tremble, "Didn't I repeatedly emphasize that the purpose of this mission is capture? We need Kryptonians alive, not dead! And how dare that lunatic dump Doomsday, even if it's ours, in this damn city center? Connect him to me!"

"I'm afraid that won't work, sir. Because Colonel Flood... was the first victim of the American boy."

Yes, a police officer named Fred became the first person killed by the doomsday weapon known as "Pretty Boy" because it jumped up. Covered in kryptonite, the "Doomsday" probably didn't even notice the little guy behind it, just letting out a bestial roar, waving its arms, and "accidentally" swatting the officer away like a fly, sending him crashing into a wall hundreds of meters away.

The destruction day studded with kryptonite crystals, the government hooks hidden in the unknown corners of the world—these are the truly captivating things. You can't help but wonder, to what extent can their paranoia take them? Just how terrified must Superman's existence be for them to decide to create such a monster to protect themselves?

Xu Fu felt his anger, which had just subsided, gathering momentum to erupt again in an instant. His fists clenched tightly, and his body trembled slightly with tension. His biomagnetic field was unconsciously released, and the fragments that had fallen to the ground were drawn backward, rotating around his body at a uniform speed.

First, he had to be taken away from Kara: the Kryptonian radiation emanating from him was exacerbating Kara's already weakened condition, and any further delay would endanger her life. Therefore, Xu Fu flew towards the handsome boy without hesitation, his incredibly fast figure creating a green vortex in the air.

The American boy threw a punch to meet the attack, but Xu Fu ducked to avoid it. At that moment, his opponent's outstretched arm struck his face, and his fist, fully charged, flew like a cannonball towards the enemy's rock-solid head. Then, taking advantage of the monster's momentary throbbing in pain, he grabbed its thick waist with both hands, flew across the room at supersonic speed, struck its body, and in the blink of an eye, was out of the radiation range that could affect Kara.

"boom!"

The American boy retaliated angrily, delivering a powerful punch to Xu Fu's back, sending him sprawling to the ground. He then lifted Xu Fu upside down from the pit and delivered another punch straight to his chest. Xu Fu felt an immense force, like a mountain, coursing through his body. His body flew backward against his will, piercing through countless obstacles before crashing through the glass and into the restaurant.

Fortunately, there weren't many customers in the restaurant at that time; only a few waiters were screaming behind the counter. Xu Fu covered her head and walked among the wreckage of tables and chairs, seeing the gray-brown figure accelerate again, like a tank at full throttle. On that street, she grabbed the arm of a black sedan with nowhere to run and threw it through the shattered window like a frisbee.

Xu Fu swiftly leaped into the air, flung open the car door, and sped past the driver's seat with lightning speed, saving the driver. The empty car angrily crashed into the restaurant wall, disintegrating into a pile of rubble.

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At that moment, the American boy rushed into the restaurant. The restaurant seemed too small for his size; the ceiling cracked rapidly from the impact of his spine, and the kryptonite crystal on his back, like a blade, severed the electrical wires inside, sending incandescent light bulbs flying with crackling sparks.

Xu Fu swayed and lunged at the American boy. He roared and slammed heavily to the ground, flying high into the air. Xu Fu slammed one hand onto the floor, causing the small waiter behind him to droop as he did so. He turned and hurled the enormous monster back into the street, the small restaurant trembling violently as if on the verge of collapse.

Xu Fu walked into the street, struggling to step over the ruins: the buildings behind him were almost completely buried in the swirling dust. Screams and shouts swept over him like a tidal wave, broken fire hydrants sprayed water, and a mangled car lay overturned on its side, black smoke billowing from its wrecked hood.

0.....0

New York, the Metropolitan City, Gotham—it's all so similar to the previous times, except this time they created the problems themselves.

This is their achievement, and it's their own fault. They brought this trouble upon themselves and deserve it. Xu Fu seemed to hear a voice nagging in his ear: "Let's go, take Kara and get out of here. Let them think about cleaning up this mess, just this once."

But in the end he didn't do it.

Kara is right. You should hate troublemakers like Amanda Waller. They are innocent civilians and shouldn't be held accountable for their mistakes. Xu Fu couldn't help but think of Richie, his parents, Helena, and many other people he cared about.

Perhaps in this dilapidated community, there are many, many people like them who, just as Xu Fu decided to pack up and leave, were left to die in the ruins.

The monster tossed the car that had been pressing down on it aside and stood up mercilessly. It hissed and roared, its hateful eyes fixed on Xu Fu, as if tearing this "S"-faced guy to pieces was its sole purpose in life.

The American boy rushed forward again, his footsteps echoing like an earthquake, the streets and buildings wailing as if on the verge of collapse.